It had been some time since he had seen anyone but his adoptive father and mother, his siblings who trained with him for battle. They were weak. While some could fly, and others could spew ice, air and mist, he could do both but with fire. He truly was the apex predator of the north. When Hawthorne comes for war, he would be ready. He would single end Hawthornes number, he would end Hawthorne if he could. While Beartooth kept it no secret of his and Mori's arrival in the pack, he made sure the secret stayed safe of them here in Tarben to those outside of the lands.
When that glorious day comes, his father would give him the signal to take to the skies. While those who couldn't fly would stay to the ground, fight the battles one on one, he and Mori would be sent to burn the entire fleet to ash. He already dwelt on names for himself, Balerion was flashy but he wanted a title. Balerion the Dragon . . . Maybe, Balerion the flame? No, Balerion the Dread. Yes! Those who would hear of his story, the dragon in the sky who burned down the Vampire Queens army would tremble in fear at the very name.
As he rolled in his den with thoughts, he was bored. He wanted something fun to do. That's when he heard a call. Normally he was asked to stay away from the borders, but to accept a face he couldn't be. He gave a grin, his hell portals stuck to the very direction the call came from. His wings ripped him out of his den, her scent caught in his nares. It was a female. As he silently dive bombed to the ground, he lit his body ablaze. He crashed to the ground on his feet just on the borders, fire expelling from him as his hell portals stared at the strange woman. She was also winged, but of that of a . . . Butterfly? His lips pulled into a menacing smile. "Well, hello." He chuckled dangerously.
"Isn't it dangerous for such a fragile woman to be traveling all alone in the night? Or is it the night that comforts you, you smell of the undead." He grinned at her, his wings spreading out behind him as his head rose. "The names Balerion, Sigma and son of King Beartooth. If you're such a damsel, maybe it's a good thing a strong guy like me happened along and found you. State your name." He chuckled. "If it's shelter you seek, allow me to inform you of our laws. Men may take as many women as they want, and lay claim to them. If a man wishes to lay claim to an already claimed woman, he must fight for her. The winner is decided by the female. Lastly, murder is allowed in Tarben, so long as it's not deemed senseless. And be wary, we're readying for war. If you don't want to participate then you better flaunt your pretty little face in front of the men and get pupped. Pregnant women do not have to participate." He smirked, waiting for her to respond. She was quite pretty, surely she'd end up in someones clutches in no time. Though fairies weren't his type, this one could be.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"Burn me for eternity."
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